real life Santas

The Boy wrote a letter to Santa on Tuesday. Actually, he dictated and I wrote. We put it in an envelope, took it to the post office and gave it to our favorite postal worker, Miss Mary. The boy loves Miss Mary, she give him sticker and always has a conversation with him. Miss Mary said that she would make sure that Santa got his letter, she said that she'd put it in the "special box". Now I'm thinking that the "special box" is the trash can. Which would have been fine, the magic was in the act of writing the letter and handing it off, and knowing that a little boys Christmas wishes would somehow make it to a fat man at the top of the world.

Well, the special box didn't turn out to be the trash can, because Today, the boy recieved an answer to his letter in the mail from the fat man himself, or so it seems. When I opened it, I half expected a form letter, but it actually mentioned all the things that Teddy asked for and acknowledged all the "good deeds" that the boy mentioned that he had done in his letter. So, not only did "Santa" read his letter, but he wrote a special letter just for the boy. How cool is that?

I think tomorrow while the boy is at pre-school, I'm going to go into the post office and say thank you to "Santa", and let "him" know that this letter really made both of our days, and helped to make the magic a little more really to a little boy.